User blog comment:Llamao/The Underground/@comment-3474228-20120628052220/@comment-3474228-20120630194624

His mind takes him to a memory of the distant pass. Much dancing, celebrating, and grog filled his vision. He could see, this time through both eyes, the ferret Jarren standing proudly in front of his outpost, having just built it. Provisions for all creatures were free as a gift, and Razorclaw probably reveled in the fact that he could re-stock his ship for free. But then the scene shifted to something more bizarre. Jarren lay dead on the sands outside his own creation, and scores of vermin creatures took over the outpost, all afraid of something. But Razorclaw could not know what it was. He was left alone at see on his ship as his own crew left him aboard The Flametail. Everything from there became a blur. Violence and much death plagued his life.